When Jack woke the next morning, the leylines were the farthest thing from his mind. In fact, the only thing on his mind was the debilitating pain that suffused and stiffened every muscle in his body. He was so sore he could barely move. Through force of will he clawed his way out of bed, struggled into his clothes, and prepared to start the day. 'One step...
This expanded chapter involves 18-year-old Megan and her 42-year-old mother, Karen, plus Megan's black-bred cousins, Chelsea, 18, and Jennifer, 22, along with their similarly pregnant mother, Katie, 40, (Karen's sister and Megan's aunt), and Katie/Chelsea's husband/father Bill. Eight different but ultimately related events are described in subtitled sectio...
If that was the only day time activity, the nights continued to be devoted to threesomes after Jean recovered. Thursday night, however, brought up something very new. One of the diversions that had a pronounced affect on Susan was licking and finger-fucking her ass, something sure to bring her close to orgasm. That night, she lay on her stomach, while Jean k...
The door hardly closed behind me when Anja comes down the stairs. "You have an appointment today." "What appointment? There was nothing in my agenda." "It is a last minute thing, kind of." "What is it?" "I will not tell, you will see. Today is a Penance Day." I am annoyed; I had planned to fiddle around on my car as the children are not here today. The...
It was late by the time I'd seen my last client off and cleaned up. Humming happily to myself, I folded towels and restocked shelves thinking about what the evening might bring. It had been another excellent day at my dream job and it wasn't over yet. Nurse Adams I had a date. I locked up and walked out through the waiting room, up the stairs and out into...
Copyright PennameWombat July 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual ev...
I've read and greatly enjoyed stories by "Magi" and "Nick Scipio". They inspired me to create my own story of teen angst, love, and loss. To keep the melodrama at a high level, there'll be some incredible feats and heroic actions. This is no ordinary pair of kids and their adventures will prove it. If Navy Seals, football stars, surgeons, glamorous actors an...
I made my way back to the Alpha house and collected clothing. Walking around in the nude is always frowned upon when you are the alpha's daughter. A quick look in the mirror shows a deep purple bruise on the side of my neck. He marked me. That asshole. Even though I'm annoyed, I decide not to cover it and throw on a green summer dress. If he wants everyone t...
She Was The Most Beautiful Woman I Had Ever Seen She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. It was the summer before I was sent off to private school and I remember walking in the park near our home, and thinking about her. She had been my teacher for the last eighth weeks, and quite simply, I was in love with her. Not a day went by when I didn’t th...
The Beachcomber drifts across the sandy spit. Barefoot prints, plover-like, trace a zigzag path on the sand. She is waif-thin, in a frayed sundress that was once yellow. She does not fill the dress; there is room for the wind to luff and flap within. She steps gingerly over a pile of new-arrived debris. Hidden behind everyday sticks she finds a rounded piec...